I saw a pretty girl, gazing in the mirror,
With all the artistic beauty of her,
She hoped to become, Princess some day.
With all the artistic beauty of her,
She hoped to become, Princess some day.
She had the knowhow, and what to do,
To become the princess, He really adores.
He is the Prince, whom everyone loves,
Love him so much, that they go crazy,
At his looks and magic words.
Everyone will bug her, to know the secret,
How to get to the Prince, of their dreams.
Handsome like no one has seen before.
She holds the key to the Wonderland,
Where the Prince pleasantly stays.
With love and care for everyone,
Whoever approaches him, with love that’s true.
What He dresses, What He eats,
The secret key, to get to the blissful Prince,
If you ask her, She won’t open her mouth.
Even if she wills, she can’t tell that,
Because, She is the painting, Picasso drew.
Photograph Courtesy : CC/Flickr/Sharon MollerusGirl Before a Mirror (1932)
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